Yore… a poem

two person fencing inside the gym

Strike at me?

Beyond the sword.

Lethal, as the gnashing teeth

Penetrating to my core.

Piercing through the breast

The words you thrust

I can parry – no more.

Strike at me?

My time is yore.

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